Los Campesinos! - Judas Decapitation lyrics

[Verse 1: Max Bemis] This is the tale of a bearded sloth Who debases himself so they can get their rocks off Recruits five skinny, better-looking men To play guitar parts he'll never play again So it's lash after lash like a budget Christ From every blog or zine, took the chance to look twice I'm not saying that this dude is me Or speaking brutally of myself to gain traction [Verse 2: Max Bemis] Action, there goes the camera, click American indie-rock is a game of pricks They're the gods of what was independent rock And now is vaguely-refined hogwash, that I mock Jacket patched up with a Wesleyan degree Legs bound, tongue out, grinning as they piss on me But I don't care, it's what I'm known for I'll take it gleefully [Chorus: Max Bemis and Los Campesinos!] Yeah, I'm wrong, and you're right And that's my thesis here tonight With my gut, and my bulge I'll make the whole world scream, the whole room bleed I'll lose, for your gain If it'll spruce up my refrain It's what they want The band plays while the ship goes down, goes down The band plays while the ship goes down [Verse 3: Max Bemis] "I hate that dude, now that he's married He's got a baby on the way, poor Sherri That's not apropos, he's not the wretch we know Chop his family up so we can feed them to the front row Spike his fifteenth espresso with d** So he's convinced it's a manic delusion to know true love Be 19 with a joint in hand, never change the band Never ever be a dot dot dot real man" [Chorus: Max Bemis and Los Campesinos!] [Bridge: Los Campesinos!] This isn't for the ones who know what it really means They just follow, follow, follow Other people's dreams, other people's dreams, dreams They were told by a friend of a friend of a friend Music made to be used and forgotten again Like a who*e, like a pair Of washed out expensive, retro boys' underwear We can never repair [Chorus: Max Bemis and Los Campesinos!]